Maybe
The man who looks but does not see
Is bound to his eternity
Of black and white broken light
That darkens what could be.
For he can’t see beyond the gray
And fails to see the wide array
Of colors; and of beauty
That takes my breath away.
To give my sight for him to see
Would be no easy task for me
But for him I would. Always.
Instantly. Willingly.
To break him from his blind dismay
And give him sight for just one day,
That would be enough for me
To give it all away.
For him to have the sight to see
The scope of his identity
Through these penetrating eyes
That see him so clearly.
Maybe that could be enough to make him smile.
Maybe.
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